I came home having worked Christmas Eve day ( bummer) to find the family deep in cookie making. Cookies of all shapes and sizes, some soft and some, well kind of hard (burnt) which are my favorites.
Pie's, yam's and walnuts with roasted marshmallow topping and thousands of other mouth watering recipes, yes that's the holidays.
Here's one recipe that's quite unusual... well you'll see.
This Recipe for Lapsed Disgruntled Catholic Pie...
1 cup of growing disenchantment
1/2 cup of some pronounced unease
3/4 cup of rotting historical illiteracy
1 cup of disillusioned with dogmatic bans
3 teaspoons of outgrown child childhood fantasies about the Real Presence, purgatory, and guardian angels (note: can be substituted with a 1/4 cup of ripe theological ignorance)
4 cups of stale, bitter skepticism
Mix all well in a bowl of ambiguity. Pour into a pan of uncertainly. Heat stove of 150 degrees, the preferred temperature for lukewarm spirituality. Cook for whatever length of time feels good to you. Coat with thin layer of sugary, neo-pantheistic frosting. Serve to readers of National "Catholic" Reporter while in a natural state of discomfort, chanting, "I am Catholic. I am Catholic."
You caught Carl's post, too, huh? It's a wonderfully biting bit of baked goodness. Unfortunately, I know quite a few people who have used that recipe to [im]perfection.
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